Abomination and the Legendary Dragon King

Chapter 230 Kobolds and Vampires
"whats the matter?"

This rare rest time after the meal is a very good enjoyment for Buddy. He will never tolerate the stupidity of some slaves interrupting his comfortable time, so unknowingly, the barbarian's tone There was some sternness in it.

The slave kneeling on the ground was tall and tall, as if he had the blood of some barbarians. His head was buried very low, and he didn't even dare to glance at the figure on the throne from the corner of his eye.

After hearing the barbarian's words, the slave's tall body visibly shook.

"We, we caught a legendary fighter in Xicheng District. His ability is very strange, and he injured several guards."

The slave kneeling on the ground forced himself to calm down, and told the Black Iron Throne exactly what had happened, and at the same time tried to ensure that his language was not too verbose.

"And then? Is he an outsider? What did he do in my city?"

Buddy's tone was flat, and he didn't take this legendary warrior seriously.

"He spread rumors in this city, saying that there are gods who will destroy this place, that the magma will submerge the city, and that the scorching flames will melt the Black Iron Fortress into ashes."

The slave recounted the ins and outs of the matter completely, and the eyes of the caster Pyrus who was sitting next to him lit up sharply, and the figure on the throne frowned.

Buddy stood up from the Black Iron Throne, and the terrifying shadow of a demon god enveloped the entire hall.

"Call him here, and I'll ask him something myself."

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The vampire prince Hawthorne, who was wearing enchanted chains, was pressed up. This handsome vampire was obviously very embarrassed at the moment, with blood stains and traces of torture all over his body, and traces of welts and blood overflowing on the exquisite clothes .

He hid his identity as an undead, so he didn't use the slightest ability that belonged to the vampire, so that the blood on the vampire kept flowing along with his movements while he was being escorted here.

Even though Hawthorne looked quite embarrassed at the moment, the blood stains on his face and body still couldn't conceal the vampire's appearance which was far beyond ordinary people.

The elves are indeed the darlings of nature, and the vampire transformed by Lilith is even better than the elves in terms of appearance.

The Sin Throne came down from the high platform. He walked very slowly, and his footsteps echoed in the empty hall, bringing unspeakable fear to everyone.

He stretched out his hand and gently pinched the vampire prince's chin, those big and bright eyes stared at the outsider like wolves.

"I ask you, where did you hear the rumors about the destruction?"

The vampire's consciousness is a little fuzzy, he has lost too much blood, this is undoubtedly a very ironic thing for a vampire, but in order to survive, he still tries his best to disguise the fact that he is an undead.

"This news came to me when I was dreaming at night."

A low murmur reached the ears of the Iron Throne, who was very unhappy at the stubborn will of the enemy.

"Well, I'm asking you a question, why don't you feel scared when you see me?"

The voice of the Black Iron King was ruthless like a gust of cold wind, blowing into Hawthorne's soul, but the proud vampire forced a mocking smile in response.

"No, my lord, it will be you who should be afraid in a moment. Ugh!"

"Click"

Before Hawthorn could finish his words, the barbarian broke his neck, tilted his head and lost his vitality.

The caster sitting on the other side wanted to speak to persuade, but seeing Buddy's pride and madness, he sighed and stopped talking.

"I hope this is just a false dream." Pirus prayed softly.

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tick tock~tick tock~
This was the sound of water droplets falling, which faintly entered Hawthorne's ears.

"Blood, blood, give me blood."

The severe pain made it almost impossible for the vampire to wake up, and at the same time, the massive loss of blood put him in a very dangerous situation. Compared with this, the broken neck does not seem to be a serious injury.

A furry thing was put on the mouth of the Vampire Prince. Hawthorne almost lost his consciousness at this time and almost subconsciously bit on it. The sharp canine teeth pierced the prey's artery, and a large stream of dry blood Then it flowed into Hawthorne's throat.

There is not much magical power in the blood, it is just the blood of the most common beast, but it is still very useful for an undead like Hawthorne with extremely tenacious vitality.

At the very least, the blood pulled him back from the dying state.

The blood from the prey was quickly sucked clean by the vampire, and another prey was put in its mouth.

This time, Hawthorne was finally able to open his eyes, and at the same time, the five senses returned to the vampire's body one after another.

The pungent stench knocked down this undead creature with a little cleanliness almost instantly, and a furry head appeared in Hawthorne's realization.

The vampire prince struggled to stand up, opened his eyes, and recovered his ability to think independently from the pungent stench, only to realize that he seemed to be in the city's sewers, and the sewers in the city were often owned by kobolds. Home.

Hawthorn looked around, most of the guys here were very ordinary kobolds, short in stature, only half the height of a man, and their lizard-like heads proved that these guys had a little dragon veins.

And among these guys, there was an unusual kobold, the one Hawthorne saw when he first woke up.

It is not like a purebred kobold, but a monster that is a cross between a kobold and some kind of dog. It has a big head like some kind of wolf or dog, with gray hair all over its body, a bulging belly, and short limbs. , two eyes are black and shiny.

Compared with the rest of the kobolds, this mutant kobold is very clean and looks a little smarter.

"Hey, man, is it true what you said about the city's imminent destruction?"

The gray-haired mutant kobold moved his big head closer and stared at the vampire with shining eyes.

"I heard you were in a coma, and speaking of dragons, are you sure there really will be dragons to destroy this city?

This is so cool, can we serve that great dragon. "

Before Hawthorne could reply, the kobold said everything he knew.

The Vampire Prince leaned against the wall of the sewer, took a few breaths, and said to the little guys who saved his life:
"Of course, I will introduce you to the great red dragon."

(End of this chapter)